Sorcerers
ID 4 Winds, MF Doom, John Robinson
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"Yo, ain't that?" He's not that cat Got that? And he never shot that gat Clever spot rats, face plate glisten He got fat and hate for Jake Snake Plissken Y'all got the wrong tape by mistake Listen to it hissin' Crack the safe, his cake's missin' Backs to break to take Risk and make imprisoned Fake dissin', baked at the wake, twistin' Legend stature Since the prime factor of the blast master Gift of gab, mic grabber rapper era Tracks with terror, like bad meanin' good Though i'm talkin' some of the finest tunes To ever bang in your hood, yo World notoriety, recognized by mad societies For supplyin' that high-fi, so fly Oh my, skies clear as day Go sit down in the sunshine Takin' rappers out like lunchtime It's just one of those Bullet holes deliver killer notes Silence never spoke violence Keep quiet while you wildin' Tryin' to live the Island Nonsense is never callin' Eighty G's behind him Still crime affects time on the Island Nickel and dimin', the hustle's optional Powerful moves Copped two work shifts, block side-gig or two Under the table the tammy food blaze grizzle Stay paid if the name fit's you Who went back and made y'all the boss of us? It's the rawest MC's that flossed'ed it Sorcerers It's furtherin' the era that most know of Everywhere he go They go: "That hoe show love" Thank God for the buddha tank armor suitor Word kama sutra user stank mama recruiter Broad set fools up God, get your jewels up (Buddha) Get your jewels up get your jewels up Superstar, all pro, homegrown The craft speaks alone, mastered This closed casket Pro savages, poor travelers Hunger reach streets battlers Money, the dollar, the dream gaffled up Scalpel cut throat Dope gettin', that's most definite Gold record hit's spinnin', grind forever Get it Gods clever buildin', cheddar fillin' Keep the better livin' Miscellaneous thoughts Gettin' millions, know that feelin' You had enough of that 85 jive talkin' Loony schemes Somethin' right off of the movie screens Burn Hollywood like arson More powers than Austin, sound awesome Pump these sounds often Last chance to come off, son For more to come in the Mental auditorium without forcin' him Strung him up on the last Joint but it don't stop Doin' this so the world could rock Who blows spots? Mommy, look He talkin' to his self and walkin' fast On the ave Hawkin' ass with the Walkman on blast Coby headphones wack At least it’s Dolby Sony chrome cassette Only the best you can get Off the black market Tell it, find these truer hell strategies Sell it like Chinese Duracell batteries Two dollar for change for a aqua blue benjie These were brand new He grew stingy, gingerly
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Written by: Daniel Thompson, John Robinson, Michael Robinson
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